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Pack Boys

Everything started so innocently, a simple bonfire upon the beach, but then things got complicated. Lives were changed and hearts were shocked... (A La Push gang Fan fiction) Image Hosted by ImageShack.usChapter 25 is out!!!

We had a little too much fun with the packs valentine's day one shot, so we decided to make it into a whole story!

15. Solving problems

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"I would have killed myself if anything had happened to you. Can you even comprehend how much you mean to me?" His words echoed around the white sterile room almost ghost-like, haunting.

"Then why did you attack me?" My voice sounding angry still, but the undercurrent told about the tears I was fighting back. The moisture in my eyes loomed horribly on the brink, wanting to spill over and run their tracks down my cheeks.

"I have problems with my temper." Paul said his voice ashamed. "I was trying to make you understand about...everything, and all you said were sarcastic little jokes."

"How did you except me to react? To run and scream? To think you were some crazy person?" My tone grew louder as the tears began to fall unevenly down my pale face.

"No," He said, matching my volume. "I don't know, it just didn't go the way I wanted it to."

"How did you want it to go?" My sarcasm resurfacing.

"I'm not sure. I just know that the moment I first saw you, I was sure that I would love you for the rest of my life."

"How could you know that?" I asked. Paul knelt beside me, wiping my tears away with his thumb.

"Don't you remember the stories from last night?" I nodded my head as Paul looked my straight in the eye. "Abby, I imprinted on you."

"You did?" I couldn't hide the smile that broke through my tears.

"Yes, I did. I love you, Abby and I will for the rest of eternity."

He kissed me then. It was a different kiss, the kind that had all the sweetness of the last shot of a black and white romance movie. The kind where the main couple kisses for the first time and as their lips meet in silhouette, the camera zooms away softly to fire works exploding over head or to the amazing sunset in the background. That was what our kiss was like, the perfect moment that we all dream of having. Paul pulled away.

"I love you, too." I mumbled.

"I know." Paul said with a wink. I was glad that we had cleared everything up. "So how are you feeling?" he asked, his eyes wandering over the cast on my arm.

"Perfect, now that you are here."

I earned a smile for that line. "What about the baby?"

"The doctor did an ultrasound," I tried my hardest to keep the excitement out of my voice. "And she said that the twins were doing fine."

His eyes opened with shock. "Did you just say twins, as in more then one?" I just nodded my head excitedly. "We are having two kids." Paul thought that over in his mind, i could almost imagine the word twins bouncing around inside his head. "This is going to be harder then I expected."

"Good thing we are going to be doing this together then." I took his hand in mine and kissed it softly.

Just then a nurse came in, interrupting us.

"Pardon me dear," she said pushing Paul out of her way. "I just need to check your pulse and blood pressure. Don't need anything to be wrong with the old circulatory system. After all you are taking care of more then yourself right now."

I giggled as the Nurse wrapped the cuff around my arm. She stared intently at the needle as it went up and then back down.

"The doctor said you are all good to go, so if you want you can change back into your clothes, they are laid out for you and then you are free to go. I was also told to tell you that if you aren't already you might want to find an Obstetrician or come here for another ultrasound in about a month or so."

The Nurse took off the cuff, and pointed me to a small room off to the side. Paul helped me up as the nurse hustled away. I rubbed my stiff neck with my healthy arm as I swaggered over to the small bathroom where my clothes were laid out. I slipped into my sand incrusted jeans.

I sauntered back into the main room. Paul was sitting leaning by the door.

"It's official; as soon as we leave we are going back to your place so I can get some clean clothes and a shower."

"Anything you say." He stood up and opened the door, making a dramatic sweeping gesture with his hands, "Your majesty."

I giggled, walking past him in a faux royal manner. I think Paul just couldn't take the extra proper walk, because I swear he snorted as I went by. He draped his arms around my shoulders from behind. He whispered in my ear, "I think I like you better when you aren't being a royal pain."

We both just laughed at that. Paul held my hand as we walked down the maze of hallways. I took a deep breath of fresh air once we had stepped through the sliding glass doors of the hospital. It felt nice to get the sterile tasting air out of my lungs. Paul led me to his car in the parking lot. It was a gorgeous truck. It was a sleek black ford pick-up. The paint job was no longer glossy on it, but it was still in great condition.

I slid onto the front bench seat, and buckled my self in. Paul put his arm around me as he drove with his left hand. I leaned against him and started to hum slightly under my breath. I was content, for once in my life. I was happy and in love. The truck rumbled through Forks, Passing rows of cracker box houses and little kids playing in yards. I tried to imagine our own kids playing around in the yard. I wondered slightly if we would be having girls or boys. We talked about mundane things, goofing off and joking as the truck slide down the highway and back into La Push.

We walked over the porch and into the house. I gave Paul a peck on the cheek as I raced off to the shower. I let the beads of water rinse the grains of sand wash off of my body. I noticed that Paul had hung up two towels on the rack; I smiled, loving the effort and curled the fluffy towel around me. The steams escaped from the bathroom as I cracked open the door and walked back into the bedroom. Poor Paul was asleep on the bed, completely knocked out.

I wasn't tired. I obviously had gotten enough rest being passed out in the hospital. I decided while I let Paul have his nap I might as while do a load of laundry since I was running out of clothes. It took me a couple of minutes wandering around and opening and closing doors to finally find his washer machine. I snuck back into his room and collected all my dirty clothes off the floor. I also grabbed his laundry to add to the load.

The gentle hum of the washer machine was a nice and relaxing noise in the background to me. There wasn't much to do but wait for the wash to be ready to go into the laundry so I decided to call people on my cell phone. I found the flip phone where I had left it in the kitchen. I flipped the sparkly white heart cover open and quickly scanned my contacts. I couldn't call any one from my hometown, and I really didn't feel like talking to my semi-friends from clubs. I sighed and continued to click through the names; I paused over Kati's. Then it clicked, I had been in Washington for three days now and I had not yet called my best friend who lived down the road in Forks.

I pressed the send button and waited as I heard the buzzing ring in my ear was replaced by the somewhat mousy voice of Kati. She couldn't talk long, but when I told her I was in Washington I swear I heard her mouth gaping open in shock. She agreed to meet me for pizza in around 12 before hanging up.

The dryer dinged, so I quickly folded all the clothes so I wouldn't have to iron. I was careful to tiptoe into the bedroom when I put the clothes away, so that I wouldn't wake up Paul. I slide open the top draw on his dresser and was putting our clean clothes in it when I felt a pair of feverish hands circle themselves around my waist.

"How was your nap?"

"Lonely." I giggled as I felt Paul's lips vibrating by my ear. "I see you did the laundry."

"Hmm," I hummed. "I had nothing better to do." I teased.

"I can fix that then." He said turning me around to face him.


Paul was already in the car, honking for me to get my butt outside. He had called Embry earlier to tell him and Mashaal about our plans with Kati. I ignored his frustrated yells as I dug around in my duffel for my lucky green permanent marker. Kati, Mashaal and I each had a different permanent marker that was our lucky one. It was a stupid tradition that had been made up when we all had met at Camp Bear Lake in Michigan. I grabbed the sharpie and hurried out to the car. I jumped in to the front seat, shooting a glare in Paul's direction.

"You really are impatient! You could at least help the invalid with the seat belt!"

He smirked at me but leaned over and clicked in my seat belt. "I just don't want us to be late."

"Well, we might just be a little late ‘cause we aren't going any where till you sign my cast." I gave him a puppy dog pout and held out the green sharpie.

He sighed, defeated, and awkwardly scrawled his name across the top. I smiled and gave him a light kiss on the cheek before I settled back in my seat and waited for the drive to the Pizzeria to be over; thankful that I only had to deal with slight morning sickness, since I had been knocked out for the worst of it.

Aldo's was in the middle of what could be considered downtown Forks, if you can consider a bank, a nail salon, a camping store and a pizzeria a down town. Of course, we were the first ones there. I gave Paul a smug, told-you-so smile before climbing into the big booth in the corner. I cuddled into Paul's side as we waited for everyone else to show up. I was slightly nervous. I had no idea how Kati would react. She was very Catholic, so she held strict beliefs on premarital relations. I just hoped that she wouldn’t make a public scene.

My train of thoughts was interrupted when I saw Mashaal walk through the door, holding Embry’s hand. I smiled and waved to her. “Hey, Guys!” Mashaal spotted me and rushed over to our table. She slid into the booth next to me, leaving Embry to seat in one of the two chairs around our table.

“Hey. How’s your arm?” She asked the mothering tone distinct in her voice. I place my bandaged arm on the table and held out the forest green sharpie to her.

“It’s good. Wanna sign it?” She giggled before signing it in her neat and small script. “I called Kati, she was excited and shocked at the same time to hear that we‘re in Washington.” I moved my arm slightly so that Embry could add his name along side the others.

“Yeah, she’s in for a load of surprises,” Mashaal snickered. “When is she coming?”

“She’ll probably…” I stopped mid sentence as I saw Kati’s chipping old dark green Chevy park across the street. “Oh, there’s her truck!” I said, pointing to the worn contraption.

“Wow, it needs a paint job,” Paul commented.

“And some better caps on the tires,” Embry agreed.

We laughed; Kati walked in and joined us at our table. Mashaal and I both hugged her before we sat down to order. Kati looked how she usually did, a baggy t-shirt hanging over her tall frame, half tucked into her hipster jeans, her red hair was supposed to be in a bun but it was falling out and flying everywhere in an untamable chaos.

“I can’t believe you too are in Washington again! What brings you back here?”

To Be Continued….